My x web friends - Isabelle is gone...

My x web friends - Isabelle is gone...

Tommy
Tommy

October 26th, 2008, 9:04 am #1

Many thanks for the comments of encouragement and well wishes on this forum and by emails. I am touched by the outpouring of empathy.

Isabelle died tonight. I went in to give her medicine and I could see that she was fading fast, so I called my wife, Jan, in so we could tell her we love her and say our good-byes. She looked as if to say "good bye, I love you too", and then she was gone. It seemed relatively peaceful for her which was a bit of blessing for my wife to not have to see her suffer. I am not sure which hurt me worse, Isabelle dying or knowing how much it hurt Jan.

We took her to a 24 Hour clininc that works closely with her regular Vet and these people were great with their genuine compassion for our grief. They made a few paw prints and cut a few lock of her hair and gave it to my wife who just cried tears of sadness and of appreciation for their compassion and thoughtfulness. They are going to hold her till Monday when we can take her in for cremation at her regular vets office. It's what Jan wants to do, so that's the way it will be. Anyway, they did all of these things completely free of charge and absolutely would not accept a tip or donation of any type.

I am so sad

I still remember vividly when and how Isabelle came into our lives...

Although I don't remember the exact date, It was in February of 2004 while working as an auto glass installer that I "met" Isabelle. Call it fate if you want because, looking back, it sure does seem like it was "meant to be".

On that day I had already finished my duties at around 3:30 and was more than half way out to Queen Creek (about 35 mile SE of PHX) to check on the progress of our new home. Then, a co-worker called to ask if I could help him with a job that he had not done before. The job was in Glendale, Northwestern area of the Phoenix Metroples, and was more than 50 miles out of the way. My first thought was to ask if I could be put off until the next day, but I reluctantly agreed without even making the suggestion or even asking about what the job was. He may have said but i wasn't really listening, I was just focuing on the when and where. I was still relatively new with that company and wanted to let them know that I was a team player, so I didn't ask alot of questions.

I arrived earlier than my co-worker and while waiting for him, I could not help but hear the loud and deep “woofs” of a really big dog. As I approached the house I could see through the gate and I saw that all the loud woofing was coming from a beautiful short-hair St. Bernard. I remember thinking to myself "Man, how awesome, I've always wanted a St. Bernard".

With all the barking, the woman whose van I had come to repair came out to see what was going on. I explained that I was there to assist another installer with replacing the glass in her van and was waiting for him to get there and while waiting I was "talking" with her dog. She then directed me to the van and as soon as I saw it I knew that it was only going to be a 10 minute job that would be super easy for any pro glass tech with any kind of experience. If I had only bothered to ask what the job was, in the previous conversation, I could have told him how to do it instead of driving all the way out there. She then asked me if it would be difficult. I laughed a bit and explained to her that had I known it how easy this was I would have just phoned some directions over to the other tech, but since was I already there I'd go ahead and clean out all the broken glass and get it prepped for him.

I then called the co worker and she overheard as I was telling him wkat he need to do when he got ther and how easy ot would be for him. Then, she sheepishly asked if I had to come a long ways to get there. You could tell she kinda felt bad for causing any inconvenience. So, I told her "yeah it was a bit of a haul, but it's no big deal" and that once he got there, I'd be on my way and not lose too much time at all. She then asked if I could take a tip. Purely in jest, I said that "since I had to drive so far out of my way and extend my day by 2-3 hours, it was only fair that I should get to take the big dog with me". We both kind of laughed and she said, "so you like Isabelle do you?". "Well to be honest, Isabelle is a foster-dog and we are looking for a good home for her". She barley got the words out of here mouth before I was calling Jan and asking about the possibility of getting her.

At the time we had one other dog, a rabbit, and two birds and we lived in a 2 bedroom town-home so I would not have been at all surprised if she had said that it wasn’t really practical. Instead, she stated that she had always wanted a St. Bernard too and that we could talk about it. Later that evening, after very little discussion, we decided that if Isabelle and our Golden/Collie mix, Brody, could get along and they agreed to let her go, we were going to take her.

The next Saturday morning we loaded up Brody and went to see how it would go. There were a few tense moments of two big dogs sniffing each other, but soon enough their tails were wagging and they were ready to play. To us it was a clear sign that it was just “meant to be” for Isabelle to come home with us. They had fostered Isabelle for several months and had become rather attached too. When it was time to go, their youngest daughter hugged Isabelle and cried out "I don't want Isaboo to go". I promised her that we would love her and take care of her and that I would still call her "izzaboo" sometimes. And we did just that. We loved her, took care of her and called her Izzaboo - alot. Through the years Izzaboo got shortened to "boo", which is what we called her 90% of the time.

We have had the honor and privilege of sharing the companionship of Isabelle (Boo) for a little less than five years and she has been such a good dog, a loyal friend, and such a blessing in our lives. Now that the time has come to say good-bye and let her go, I am finding it even tougher to deal with than I had imagined it would be.

Tommy
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Tommy
Tommy

October 26th, 2008, 9:45 am #2

http://s158.photobucket.com/albums/t90/ ... /Isabelle/

Shortly after we got her, Boo found her favorite napping place.


My favorite picture of Isabelle and Jan. Think she loved that dog?


"daddy's dog" begging for daddy's food - lol


What's up ?


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rossofozini
rossofozini

October 26th, 2008, 12:08 pm #3

I'm sure the later years great. It sounds like your meeting was stroke of luck for you all.


We lost one of our Border Collies two years ago; my family still feels sad from that loss. Day’s later upset at loosing our old girl, it was at this time I said to an old friend that they don’t live long enough, he said “They do live long enough, this way you get to meet lots of them, that’s how it’s meant to be”.

Spend some quality time with your other dogs they understand better than us.

A house is just a house; put a dog in it and it’s a home.


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Vasilis in NY
Vasilis in NY

October 26th, 2008, 12:40 pm #4

Many thanks for the comments of encouragement and well wishes on this forum and by emails. I am touched by the outpouring of empathy.

Isabelle died tonight. I went in to give her medicine and I could see that she was fading fast, so I called my wife, Jan, in so we could tell her we love her and say our good-byes. She looked as if to say "good bye, I love you too", and then she was gone. It seemed relatively peaceful for her which was a bit of blessing for my wife to not have to see her suffer. I am not sure which hurt me worse, Isabelle dying or knowing how much it hurt Jan.

We took her to a 24 Hour clininc that works closely with her regular Vet and these people were great with their genuine compassion for our grief. They made a few paw prints and cut a few lock of her hair and gave it to my wife who just cried tears of sadness and of appreciation for their compassion and thoughtfulness. They are going to hold her till Monday when we can take her in for cremation at her regular vets office. It's what Jan wants to do, so that's the way it will be. Anyway, they did all of these things completely free of charge and absolutely would not accept a tip or donation of any type.

I am so sad

I still remember vividly when and how Isabelle came into our lives...

Although I don't remember the exact date, It was in February of 2004 while working as an auto glass installer that I "met" Isabelle. Call it fate if you want because, looking back, it sure does seem like it was "meant to be".

On that day I had already finished my duties at around 3:30 and was more than half way out to Queen Creek (about 35 mile SE of PHX) to check on the progress of our new home. Then, a co-worker called to ask if I could help him with a job that he had not done before. The job was in Glendale, Northwestern area of the Phoenix Metroples, and was more than 50 miles out of the way. My first thought was to ask if I could be put off until the next day, but I reluctantly agreed without even making the suggestion or even asking about what the job was. He may have said but i wasn't really listening, I was just focuing on the when and where. I was still relatively new with that company and wanted to let them know that I was a team player, so I didn't ask alot of questions.

I arrived earlier than my co-worker and while waiting for him, I could not help but hear the loud and deep “woofs” of a really big dog. As I approached the house I could see through the gate and I saw that all the loud woofing was coming from a beautiful short-hair St. Bernard. I remember thinking to myself "Man, how awesome, I've always wanted a St. Bernard".

With all the barking, the woman whose van I had come to repair came out to see what was going on. I explained that I was there to assist another installer with replacing the glass in her van and was waiting for him to get there and while waiting I was "talking" with her dog. She then directed me to the van and as soon as I saw it I knew that it was only going to be a 10 minute job that would be super easy for any pro glass tech with any kind of experience. If I had only bothered to ask what the job was, in the previous conversation, I could have told him how to do it instead of driving all the way out there. She then asked me if it would be difficult. I laughed a bit and explained to her that had I known it how easy this was I would have just phoned some directions over to the other tech, but since was I already there I'd go ahead and clean out all the broken glass and get it prepped for him.

I then called the co worker and she overheard as I was telling him wkat he need to do when he got ther and how easy ot would be for him. Then, she sheepishly asked if I had to come a long ways to get there. You could tell she kinda felt bad for causing any inconvenience. So, I told her "yeah it was a bit of a haul, but it's no big deal" and that once he got there, I'd be on my way and not lose too much time at all. She then asked if I could take a tip. Purely in jest, I said that "since I had to drive so far out of my way and extend my day by 2-3 hours, it was only fair that I should get to take the big dog with me". We both kind of laughed and she said, "so you like Isabelle do you?". "Well to be honest, Isabelle is a foster-dog and we are looking for a good home for her". She barley got the words out of here mouth before I was calling Jan and asking about the possibility of getting her.

At the time we had one other dog, a rabbit, and two birds and we lived in a 2 bedroom town-home so I would not have been at all surprised if she had said that it wasn’t really practical. Instead, she stated that she had always wanted a St. Bernard too and that we could talk about it. Later that evening, after very little discussion, we decided that if Isabelle and our Golden/Collie mix, Brody, could get along and they agreed to let her go, we were going to take her.

The next Saturday morning we loaded up Brody and went to see how it would go. There were a few tense moments of two big dogs sniffing each other, but soon enough their tails were wagging and they were ready to play. To us it was a clear sign that it was just “meant to be” for Isabelle to come home with us. They had fostered Isabelle for several months and had become rather attached too. When it was time to go, their youngest daughter hugged Isabelle and cried out "I don't want Isaboo to go". I promised her that we would love her and take care of her and that I would still call her "izzaboo" sometimes. And we did just that. We loved her, took care of her and called her Izzaboo - alot. Through the years Izzaboo got shortened to "boo", which is what we called her 90% of the time.

We have had the honor and privilege of sharing the companionship of Isabelle (Boo) for a little less than five years and she has been such a good dog, a loyal friend, and such a blessing in our lives. Now that the time has come to say good-bye and let her go, I am finding it even tougher to deal with than I had imagined it would be.

Tommy
Hang in there in these tough times....you've got your loving family and your other pets to share your love...

God Bless!
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Duane K Estill (Corinth, Mississippi)
Duane K Estill (Corinth, Mississippi)

October 26th, 2008, 1:31 pm #5

Many thanks for the comments of encouragement and well wishes on this forum and by emails. I am touched by the outpouring of empathy.

Isabelle died tonight. I went in to give her medicine and I could see that she was fading fast, so I called my wife, Jan, in so we could tell her we love her and say our good-byes. She looked as if to say "good bye, I love you too", and then she was gone. It seemed relatively peaceful for her which was a bit of blessing for my wife to not have to see her suffer. I am not sure which hurt me worse, Isabelle dying or knowing how much it hurt Jan.

We took her to a 24 Hour clininc that works closely with her regular Vet and these people were great with their genuine compassion for our grief. They made a few paw prints and cut a few lock of her hair and gave it to my wife who just cried tears of sadness and of appreciation for their compassion and thoughtfulness. They are going to hold her till Monday when we can take her in for cremation at her regular vets office. It's what Jan wants to do, so that's the way it will be. Anyway, they did all of these things completely free of charge and absolutely would not accept a tip or donation of any type.

I am so sad

I still remember vividly when and how Isabelle came into our lives...

Although I don't remember the exact date, It was in February of 2004 while working as an auto glass installer that I "met" Isabelle. Call it fate if you want because, looking back, it sure does seem like it was "meant to be".

On that day I had already finished my duties at around 3:30 and was more than half way out to Queen Creek (about 35 mile SE of PHX) to check on the progress of our new home. Then, a co-worker called to ask if I could help him with a job that he had not done before. The job was in Glendale, Northwestern area of the Phoenix Metroples, and was more than 50 miles out of the way. My first thought was to ask if I could be put off until the next day, but I reluctantly agreed without even making the suggestion or even asking about what the job was. He may have said but i wasn't really listening, I was just focuing on the when and where. I was still relatively new with that company and wanted to let them know that I was a team player, so I didn't ask alot of questions.

I arrived earlier than my co-worker and while waiting for him, I could not help but hear the loud and deep “woofs” of a really big dog. As I approached the house I could see through the gate and I saw that all the loud woofing was coming from a beautiful short-hair St. Bernard. I remember thinking to myself "Man, how awesome, I've always wanted a St. Bernard".

With all the barking, the woman whose van I had come to repair came out to see what was going on. I explained that I was there to assist another installer with replacing the glass in her van and was waiting for him to get there and while waiting I was "talking" with her dog. She then directed me to the van and as soon as I saw it I knew that it was only going to be a 10 minute job that would be super easy for any pro glass tech with any kind of experience. If I had only bothered to ask what the job was, in the previous conversation, I could have told him how to do it instead of driving all the way out there. She then asked me if it would be difficult. I laughed a bit and explained to her that had I known it how easy this was I would have just phoned some directions over to the other tech, but since was I already there I'd go ahead and clean out all the broken glass and get it prepped for him.

I then called the co worker and she overheard as I was telling him wkat he need to do when he got ther and how easy ot would be for him. Then, she sheepishly asked if I had to come a long ways to get there. You could tell she kinda felt bad for causing any inconvenience. So, I told her "yeah it was a bit of a haul, but it's no big deal" and that once he got there, I'd be on my way and not lose too much time at all. She then asked if I could take a tip. Purely in jest, I said that "since I had to drive so far out of my way and extend my day by 2-3 hours, it was only fair that I should get to take the big dog with me". We both kind of laughed and she said, "so you like Isabelle do you?". "Well to be honest, Isabelle is a foster-dog and we are looking for a good home for her". She barley got the words out of here mouth before I was calling Jan and asking about the possibility of getting her.

At the time we had one other dog, a rabbit, and two birds and we lived in a 2 bedroom town-home so I would not have been at all surprised if she had said that it wasn’t really practical. Instead, she stated that she had always wanted a St. Bernard too and that we could talk about it. Later that evening, after very little discussion, we decided that if Isabelle and our Golden/Collie mix, Brody, could get along and they agreed to let her go, we were going to take her.

The next Saturday morning we loaded up Brody and went to see how it would go. There were a few tense moments of two big dogs sniffing each other, but soon enough their tails were wagging and they were ready to play. To us it was a clear sign that it was just “meant to be” for Isabelle to come home with us. They had fostered Isabelle for several months and had become rather attached too. When it was time to go, their youngest daughter hugged Isabelle and cried out "I don't want Isaboo to go". I promised her that we would love her and take care of her and that I would still call her "izzaboo" sometimes. And we did just that. We loved her, took care of her and called her Izzaboo - alot. Through the years Izzaboo got shortened to "boo", which is what we called her 90% of the time.

We have had the honor and privilege of sharing the companionship of Isabelle (Boo) for a little less than five years and she has been such a good dog, a loyal friend, and such a blessing in our lives. Now that the time has come to say good-bye and let her go, I am finding it even tougher to deal with than I had imagined it would be.

Tommy
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October 26th, 2008, 3:06 pm #6

Many thanks for the comments of encouragement and well wishes on this forum and by emails. I am touched by the outpouring of empathy.

Isabelle died tonight. I went in to give her medicine and I could see that she was fading fast, so I called my wife, Jan, in so we could tell her we love her and say our good-byes. She looked as if to say "good bye, I love you too", and then she was gone. It seemed relatively peaceful for her which was a bit of blessing for my wife to not have to see her suffer. I am not sure which hurt me worse, Isabelle dying or knowing how much it hurt Jan.

We took her to a 24 Hour clininc that works closely with her regular Vet and these people were great with their genuine compassion for our grief. They made a few paw prints and cut a few lock of her hair and gave it to my wife who just cried tears of sadness and of appreciation for their compassion and thoughtfulness. They are going to hold her till Monday when we can take her in for cremation at her regular vets office. It's what Jan wants to do, so that's the way it will be. Anyway, they did all of these things completely free of charge and absolutely would not accept a tip or donation of any type.

I am so sad

I still remember vividly when and how Isabelle came into our lives...

Although I don't remember the exact date, It was in February of 2004 while working as an auto glass installer that I "met" Isabelle. Call it fate if you want because, looking back, it sure does seem like it was "meant to be".

On that day I had already finished my duties at around 3:30 and was more than half way out to Queen Creek (about 35 mile SE of PHX) to check on the progress of our new home. Then, a co-worker called to ask if I could help him with a job that he had not done before. The job was in Glendale, Northwestern area of the Phoenix Metroples, and was more than 50 miles out of the way. My first thought was to ask if I could be put off until the next day, but I reluctantly agreed without even making the suggestion or even asking about what the job was. He may have said but i wasn't really listening, I was just focuing on the when and where. I was still relatively new with that company and wanted to let them know that I was a team player, so I didn't ask alot of questions.

I arrived earlier than my co-worker and while waiting for him, I could not help but hear the loud and deep “woofs” of a really big dog. As I approached the house I could see through the gate and I saw that all the loud woofing was coming from a beautiful short-hair St. Bernard. I remember thinking to myself "Man, how awesome, I've always wanted a St. Bernard".

With all the barking, the woman whose van I had come to repair came out to see what was going on. I explained that I was there to assist another installer with replacing the glass in her van and was waiting for him to get there and while waiting I was "talking" with her dog. She then directed me to the van and as soon as I saw it I knew that it was only going to be a 10 minute job that would be super easy for any pro glass tech with any kind of experience. If I had only bothered to ask what the job was, in the previous conversation, I could have told him how to do it instead of driving all the way out there. She then asked me if it would be difficult. I laughed a bit and explained to her that had I known it how easy this was I would have just phoned some directions over to the other tech, but since was I already there I'd go ahead and clean out all the broken glass and get it prepped for him.

I then called the co worker and she overheard as I was telling him wkat he need to do when he got ther and how easy ot would be for him. Then, she sheepishly asked if I had to come a long ways to get there. You could tell she kinda felt bad for causing any inconvenience. So, I told her "yeah it was a bit of a haul, but it's no big deal" and that once he got there, I'd be on my way and not lose too much time at all. She then asked if I could take a tip. Purely in jest, I said that "since I had to drive so far out of my way and extend my day by 2-3 hours, it was only fair that I should get to take the big dog with me". We both kind of laughed and she said, "so you like Isabelle do you?". "Well to be honest, Isabelle is a foster-dog and we are looking for a good home for her". She barley got the words out of here mouth before I was calling Jan and asking about the possibility of getting her.

At the time we had one other dog, a rabbit, and two birds and we lived in a 2 bedroom town-home so I would not have been at all surprised if she had said that it wasn’t really practical. Instead, she stated that she had always wanted a St. Bernard too and that we could talk about it. Later that evening, after very little discussion, we decided that if Isabelle and our Golden/Collie mix, Brody, could get along and they agreed to let her go, we were going to take her.

The next Saturday morning we loaded up Brody and went to see how it would go. There were a few tense moments of two big dogs sniffing each other, but soon enough their tails were wagging and they were ready to play. To us it was a clear sign that it was just “meant to be” for Isabelle to come home with us. They had fostered Isabelle for several months and had become rather attached too. When it was time to go, their youngest daughter hugged Isabelle and cried out "I don't want Isaboo to go". I promised her that we would love her and take care of her and that I would still call her "izzaboo" sometimes. And we did just that. We loved her, took care of her and called her Izzaboo - alot. Through the years Izzaboo got shortened to "boo", which is what we called her 90% of the time.

We have had the honor and privilege of sharing the companionship of Isabelle (Boo) for a little less than five years and she has been such a good dog, a loyal friend, and such a blessing in our lives. Now that the time has come to say good-bye and let her go, I am finding it even tougher to deal with than I had imagined it would be.

Tommy
It's never easy to loose a relationship like the one with Boo... Treasure the memories and souvenirs that you all shared from those times together.....for they will always be with you.

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Joined: October 15th, 2007, 3:50 am

October 26th, 2008, 3:07 pm #7

Many thanks for the comments of encouragement and well wishes on this forum and by emails. I am touched by the outpouring of empathy.

Isabelle died tonight. I went in to give her medicine and I could see that she was fading fast, so I called my wife, Jan, in so we could tell her we love her and say our good-byes. She looked as if to say "good bye, I love you too", and then she was gone. It seemed relatively peaceful for her which was a bit of blessing for my wife to not have to see her suffer. I am not sure which hurt me worse, Isabelle dying or knowing how much it hurt Jan.

We took her to a 24 Hour clininc that works closely with her regular Vet and these people were great with their genuine compassion for our grief. They made a few paw prints and cut a few lock of her hair and gave it to my wife who just cried tears of sadness and of appreciation for their compassion and thoughtfulness. They are going to hold her till Monday when we can take her in for cremation at her regular vets office. It's what Jan wants to do, so that's the way it will be. Anyway, they did all of these things completely free of charge and absolutely would not accept a tip or donation of any type.

I am so sad

I still remember vividly when and how Isabelle came into our lives...

Although I don't remember the exact date, It was in February of 2004 while working as an auto glass installer that I "met" Isabelle. Call it fate if you want because, looking back, it sure does seem like it was "meant to be".

On that day I had already finished my duties at around 3:30 and was more than half way out to Queen Creek (about 35 mile SE of PHX) to check on the progress of our new home. Then, a co-worker called to ask if I could help him with a job that he had not done before. The job was in Glendale, Northwestern area of the Phoenix Metroples, and was more than 50 miles out of the way. My first thought was to ask if I could be put off until the next day, but I reluctantly agreed without even making the suggestion or even asking about what the job was. He may have said but i wasn't really listening, I was just focuing on the when and where. I was still relatively new with that company and wanted to let them know that I was a team player, so I didn't ask alot of questions.

I arrived earlier than my co-worker and while waiting for him, I could not help but hear the loud and deep “woofs” of a really big dog. As I approached the house I could see through the gate and I saw that all the loud woofing was coming from a beautiful short-hair St. Bernard. I remember thinking to myself "Man, how awesome, I've always wanted a St. Bernard".

With all the barking, the woman whose van I had come to repair came out to see what was going on. I explained that I was there to assist another installer with replacing the glass in her van and was waiting for him to get there and while waiting I was "talking" with her dog. She then directed me to the van and as soon as I saw it I knew that it was only going to be a 10 minute job that would be super easy for any pro glass tech with any kind of experience. If I had only bothered to ask what the job was, in the previous conversation, I could have told him how to do it instead of driving all the way out there. She then asked me if it would be difficult. I laughed a bit and explained to her that had I known it how easy this was I would have just phoned some directions over to the other tech, but since was I already there I'd go ahead and clean out all the broken glass and get it prepped for him.

I then called the co worker and she overheard as I was telling him wkat he need to do when he got ther and how easy ot would be for him. Then, she sheepishly asked if I had to come a long ways to get there. You could tell she kinda felt bad for causing any inconvenience. So, I told her "yeah it was a bit of a haul, but it's no big deal" and that once he got there, I'd be on my way and not lose too much time at all. She then asked if I could take a tip. Purely in jest, I said that "since I had to drive so far out of my way and extend my day by 2-3 hours, it was only fair that I should get to take the big dog with me". We both kind of laughed and she said, "so you like Isabelle do you?". "Well to be honest, Isabelle is a foster-dog and we are looking for a good home for her". She barley got the words out of here mouth before I was calling Jan and asking about the possibility of getting her.

At the time we had one other dog, a rabbit, and two birds and we lived in a 2 bedroom town-home so I would not have been at all surprised if she had said that it wasn’t really practical. Instead, she stated that she had always wanted a St. Bernard too and that we could talk about it. Later that evening, after very little discussion, we decided that if Isabelle and our Golden/Collie mix, Brody, could get along and they agreed to let her go, we were going to take her.

The next Saturday morning we loaded up Brody and went to see how it would go. There were a few tense moments of two big dogs sniffing each other, but soon enough their tails were wagging and they were ready to play. To us it was a clear sign that it was just “meant to be” for Isabelle to come home with us. They had fostered Isabelle for several months and had become rather attached too. When it was time to go, their youngest daughter hugged Isabelle and cried out "I don't want Isaboo to go". I promised her that we would love her and take care of her and that I would still call her "izzaboo" sometimes. And we did just that. We loved her, took care of her and called her Izzaboo - alot. Through the years Izzaboo got shortened to "boo", which is what we called her 90% of the time.

We have had the honor and privilege of sharing the companionship of Isabelle (Boo) for a little less than five years and she has been such a good dog, a loyal friend, and such a blessing in our lives. Now that the time has come to say good-bye and let her go, I am finding it even tougher to deal with than I had imagined it would be.

Tommy
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/nature/sleddogs/balto.html
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Tommy
Tommy

October 26th, 2008, 3:08 pm #8

I'm sure the later years great. It sounds like your meeting was stroke of luck for you all.


We lost one of our Border Collies two years ago; my family still feels sad from that loss. Day’s later upset at loosing our old girl, it was at this time I said to an old friend that they don’t live long enough, he said “They do live long enough, this way you get to meet lots of them, that’s how it’s meant to be”.

Spend some quality time with your other dogs they understand better than us.

A house is just a house; put a dog in it and it’s a home.



Tommy
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Joined: May 5th, 2001, 4:29 pm

October 26th, 2008, 4:31 pm #9

http://s158.photobucket.com/albums/t90/ ... /Isabelle/

Shortly after we got her, Boo found her favorite napping place.


My favorite picture of Isabelle and Jan. Think she loved that dog?


"daddy's dog" begging for daddy's food - lol


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Nice pics, beautiful dogs.
May you never grieve again.
All things alive eventually die, except the X.



HaXD
Herzel, in Israel

WhiteX
The late Green '85 X1/9
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October 26th, 2008, 5:23 pm #10

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Shortly after we got her, Boo found her favorite napping place.


My favorite picture of Isabelle and Jan. Think she loved that dog?


"daddy's dog" begging for daddy's food - lol


What's up ?


ENOUGH

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright, no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.


My best,



Tony
Black Tooth and me... since 1983!
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